Chapter 39

Chapter 39

The rumors didn't stop. If anything, they spread faster, growing wilder with each passing day.

This time, the latest gossip wasn't just about Athasia—it was about Zamiel's fiancée.

No one knew exactly where the information had come from, but whispers filled the halls, growing louder with every conversation. Supposedly, the woman chosen by the Van Zendt family—the one destined to be their future daughter-in-law—was going to attend Cresthill High.

And why?

To confront Zamiel.

The moment the rumor hit, it was like the school had been set on fire. Speculations ran wild, and theories were thrown around like facts.

"So, it's true? Zamiel has a fiancée?"

"Then what the hell is Athasia to him?"

"Damn… Is she about to get dumped?"

"Or maybe she's just his plaything? Something temporary before he gets serious?"

"If the Van Zendt family hasn't denied it, then it must be true!"

The lack of response from Zamiel's family only added fuel to the fire.

If they weren't saying anything, didn't that mean they approved of this so-called fiancée?

Didn't that mean Athasia was nothing but a passing amusement?

But while the rest of the school was busy losing their minds over the rumors, there was one person who wasn't gossiping—Athasia.

Because she was pissed.

The moment she heard the news, something inside her snapped.

Zamiel had a fiancée?

The idea itself made her blood boil.

She didn't know why. She didn't want to think about why.

All she knew was that the moment those words reached her ears, her mood turned absolutely lethal.

Her presence, usually heavy and intimidating, became suffocating.

Her entire aura screamed death.

The students in class felt it immediately. The second she walked in, the temperature seemed to drop, and a thick, suffocating tension settled in the air.

No one dared to speak. No one dared to even breathe too loudly.

They had seen Athasia angry before.

They had seen her cold, unbothered, merciless.

But this?

This was different.

This wasn't just irritation.

This was pure, unfiltered fury.

And to make things worse?

Zamiel wasn't at school.

That fact alone sent her mood into an even deeper downward spiral.

At first, she had thought he'd waltz in like he always did, acting like he owned the place, smirking like nothing could ever touch him. She had waited, prepared to tear him apart the moment he stepped foot into the classroom.

But he never came.

He was absent.

And that only fueled the fire raging inside her.

Was this why he wasn't here? Because he knew she would be angry? Because he knew she'd demand answers?

Or worse—was he actually meeting his so-called fiancée?

The very idea sent another wave of rage surging through her veins.

The rest of the class sat in complete silence, afraid to even make eye contact with her.

They didn't want to get caught in the crossfire. They didn't want to accidentally provoke her wrath.

Because right now?

Athasia wasn't just angry.

She was ready to destroy.

And the only person who could stop this storm?

Zamiel.

But he was nowhere to be found.